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  •  I remember in the 50's, when I was a small child, (7+ / 0-)

    ocassionally one or two men would come to our door asking for money to buy food.  We were poor and my mother would not give them money but she would give them a baloney sandwich and a glass of milk or water, which they would eat sitting on the porch steps.  I once asked my mother how they found our rented house, which was actually not on the street but at the end of a dirt driveway which served 4 houses.

    She said the hobos (as she called them) made a chalk mark on the sidewalk that ran along the street.  Can't remember if I ever saw a chalk mark but I do know the lessons I learned at home.  Food has a value that transcends money, and never refuse food to anyone, even if you are distressed yourself.

    Later in life, I noticed that the lowest paid laborers in my company were very appreciative when given $25.00 gift certificates for Thanksgiving.  Still, they seemed to have been even more appreciative in previous years when we gave them actual turkeys, which cost much less than the gift certificate.  The reason seems to be that it was much more important, and a matter of pride, for the laborer to bring home the actual turkey.  It may have been that the company, in his eyes, was showing its appreciation, by literally putting the "meat on the table".  There is a lot of symbolism in food.  Have you ever seen a "horn of plenty"?

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